The most cash I've ever carried
There's nothing like carrying large amounts of cash to make yourself feel simultaneously like a lottery winner and an obvious target.
A friend went to buy a car for ten grand, panicked and stuffed it down his pants for safety. It was all a bit smelly by the time he got there and he had to search around for some of it...
Tell us the story behind the most cash you've ever carried.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 10:39)
There's nothing like carrying large amounts of cash to make yourself feel simultaneously like a lottery winner and an obvious target.
A friend went to buy a car for ten grand, panicked and stuffed it down his pants for safety. It was all a bit smelly by the time he got there and he had to search around for some of it...
Tell us the story behind the most cash you've ever carried.
( , Thu 22 Jun 2006, 10:39)
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Cash in hand
One evening me and a friend stumble back to a mate's house, having to carry him home, after what could be known as a 'heavy night.'
As we get into his dad's new, obviously well minted, apartment we sit and play halo on a 50inch plasma while he's away on 'business'.
This mate of mine goes "ohh yeah, look at this." Drunkardly running up the stairs a few seconds later he returns with a big envelope full of £50 notes.
"I found my dad's stash." Him being in quite a comical mood grabs a handfull and throws it across the living room. No joke, he threw money at us.
After a lot of counting and ore over the most money I've ever seen in cash, we realise our mate's nodded off on the sofa. We both looked at each other, sitting in the plush apartment, with 20 grand scattered across the floor.
I only pocketed £100, but from this day on wonder of how I convinced my other mate not to run out of the apartment with a few thou in his pockets.
We always knew Ben's dad was a bit of a 'dodgy dealer.'
( , Fri 23 Jun 2006, 15:29, Reply)
One evening me and a friend stumble back to a mate's house, having to carry him home, after what could be known as a 'heavy night.'
As we get into his dad's new, obviously well minted, apartment we sit and play halo on a 50inch plasma while he's away on 'business'.
This mate of mine goes "ohh yeah, look at this." Drunkardly running up the stairs a few seconds later he returns with a big envelope full of £50 notes.
"I found my dad's stash." Him being in quite a comical mood grabs a handfull and throws it across the living room. No joke, he threw money at us.
After a lot of counting and ore over the most money I've ever seen in cash, we realise our mate's nodded off on the sofa. We both looked at each other, sitting in the plush apartment, with 20 grand scattered across the floor.
I only pocketed £100, but from this day on wonder of how I convinced my other mate not to run out of the apartment with a few thou in his pockets.
We always knew Ben's dad was a bit of a 'dodgy dealer.'
( , Fri 23 Jun 2006, 15:29, Reply)
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